At the press of the button, and the hovering of the car, Ianto's hands were instantly fastened around both the armrest on his left and the door handle on his right. At Sulu's motioning to buckle up, he nodded, loosening his grip on both those things to grab at the seat-belt, going to do it up.
The horizontally sliding garage door was another neat, futuristic touch. If Ianto hadn't been so unnerved by the fact that they were hovering and that no part of the vehicle was touching the ground, he would've been suitably impressed. As of that moment, though...he was just incredibly wary. But trying not to show it, as much as he could, because. Well, freaking out too much in the presence of another boy relatively his age just wasn't on.
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Date: 2011-02-02 09:48 pm (UTC)The horizontally sliding garage door was another neat, futuristic touch. If Ianto hadn't been so unnerved by the fact that they were hovering and that no part of the vehicle was touching the ground, he would've been suitably impressed. As of that moment, though...he was just incredibly wary. But trying not to show it, as much as he could, because. Well, freaking out too much in the presence of another boy relatively his age just wasn't on.